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i'm leo, they/he/it, 27, colourful_desert on ao3

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-> fuck generative AI, don't use that shit

anyway now onto the fun stuff here's my fic masterlist!

standalone multichapers:

under the azure moon | WIP | M | trans autistic moonwater call me by your name au with a side of marauders the band, and no age gap

queer here sphere series:

queer here cavalier | 1.2k | M | oneshot | sirius gets with poly rosekiller at the club, trans man evan, agender barty

queer here crystal clear | E | 5.9k | oneshot | wolfstar's first date and first time, nonbinary they/he amab remus

wolfstar RA college au:

qpr moonwater regency au:

5, 6, 7, 8 series (hogwarts magical arts school au)

Standalone oneshots:

-> wolfstar

a lady for a wolf | G | 3.8k | recluse post-war remus adopts a kitten while sirius is away

he reckons... why not? | G | 3.6k | older barista remus decides to dye his hair with teddy's help

walking contradiction | T | 2.5k | ace4ace wolfstar at hogwarts, emotional hurt/comfort

-> moonwater

only you | T | 3.1k | regulus would like to finally kiss his boyfriend remus | asexual sex-averse reg and chronic pain remus

dizzy with it | E | 2k | barty gets off to moonwater getting off | trans regulus

quiet night at home | G | 2.7k | t4t autistic remus and regulus celebrary their anniversary, hurt/comfort+fluff

running on a different engine | E | 3.2k | trans regulus takes remus' knot for the first time

sweet tooth, sharp tooth | E | 6.8k | vampire regulus and trans werewolf remus | period sex

-> jegulus

confessions, brain worms and sprinkles | T | 3k | ace trans regulus wants to tell his boyfriend he's asexual but he started taking t recently and it's been making him a bit confused

-> moonchaser

black teas and sweet treats | T | 1.8k | adhd brazilian james and autistic remus go on a blind date

-> wolfstarbucks

shared target | E | 2k | professor lupin gets roped into a threesome by his handsome college students sirius and james | trans sirius

-> bartylily

ropes and mirrors | M | 2.6k | bartylily | barty goes to a bdsm cabaret and gets to try shibari with rigger lily

-> gen/no ship

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We are currently in the midst of planning the Hollanov Big Bang ‘26 - and are hoping to gauge interest from people in the fandom!

This fest will revolve around Hollanov and all works need to include this ship as the main pair, however, background and side relationships are welcome.

A Big Bang is a fest where an author writes a fic (our fest has a minimum word count of 20k), which is edited by a beta and then finally an artist draws a companion piece to go along with the fic.

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rosekiller winter bingo | crackfic | prompt: crimson | 122 words

Was it a good idea to spell Evan's hands to turn everything he touched crimson? No.

Was it a bloody (pun intended) good prank? Hell yeah.

Instead of the Midas Touch, Evan had a sort of… Butcher's Touch?

Not that butchers turn everything they touch into blood, but that's the best approximation Barty can come up with, amidst his near-constant cackling.

He didn't anticipate this prank to be the gift that keeps on giving, but so far he's yet to not find it funny. Not only is Evan's exasperated reaction extremely entertaining, so is everyone else's abject horror when they see the spell in action.

Turns out not all 3am overtired thoughts are bad thoughts — some are massively amusing.

Go him.

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rosekiller winter bingo | pining | prompt: mouth | 164 words

Evan really, really needs to stop staring at Barty's mouth. Like, it's a problem at this point. He forgets to finish his lunch, forgets to pay attention to class, he nearly walked into a bloody wall the other day.

It's honestly a hazard.

Cause of death: Barty Crouch Junior's plump, pierced, irresistible lips.

Might sound a bit dramatic, but Evan swears the sight is going to make his heart stop dead in his chest any day now. It's that bad. Yesterday he watched Barty lick chocolate off the corners of his mouth and he genuinely had a coughing fit because the water he was drinking went down the wrong pipe.

It's so goddamn pathetic but what the fuck is he supposed to do? Not look at his best friend ever again? Make him wear a brown paper bag over his handsome face? Seeing him everyday is driving Evan mad, but not seeing him would feel like dying.

He really is royally screwed, isn't he?

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rosekiller winter bingo | fake dating | prompt: attack | 180 words

Evan really didn't understand why people liked parties. It felt like an endless attack on all his sense. Bright lights, loud music, people shouting to be heard over the music, the sharp scent of alcohol in every room, the floors sticky with undetermined substances, the food pitiful to say the least.

And, to top it all off, he wasn't just supposed to be pretending to enjoy himself. No, he was also supposed to be pretending to in straight love with Dorcas, a raging lesbian, while Barty, his actual, gay boyfriend, was pretending to be in straight love with the very aroace Pandora.

If he was being honest, Evan still didn't really get why Regulus had requested his very queer friends play the cisgender heterosexual game tonight, but maybe that was the difference between being a business major and an arts major.

Either way, he couldn't wait for this night to end so he could cuddle up in bed with Barty and fall asleep while watching one of his preferred comfort shows.

He could make it a few more hours, right?

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rosekiller winter bingo | azkaban | prompt: mark | 468 words

this one is a bit angsty

cw: mentions of canon compliant death

It was probably ludicrous, but Barty had grown to take comfort in the reliability of the Dark Mark upon his arm. No matter how much he could feel his mind slipping as time passed by him, day after day of cold and loneliness and misery, the Mark stayed the same.

He'd taken to caressing the raised skin, tracing the bold black lines over and over, zeroing in on the sensation to try and get out of his restless mind.

He liked to conjure up the memory of when it was magically burned into his skin. The blinding pain that came with such dark magic. The bone-deep satisfaction he felt once he'd been officially accepted into the Dark Lord's ranks. The kinship and comradery he felt with Evan and Regulus once they'd all been Marked. There was no separating them now.

Except there was, wasn't there?

Barty was so sure they'd all go out much like they started it all — together, always together.

When he'd been informed Regulus had seemingly vanished into thin air, Barty was sure it was a prank, nothing but a cruel jest. Even as the days went by and his friend was nowhere to be found, Barty was convinced there'd been some sort of mistake. Surely Regulus had just gone off to France or something in a fit of impulsivity, but it would be short lived once he realised there was no running from it all.

Running away from his shitty parents, that Barty could excuse, but running away from him and Evan? They were friends, best friends. They supposed to do this together.

Even as the months went by, Barty was convinced Regulus would come back, any day.

And then Evan had gone and gotten himself killed.

His Evan — gone.

Really, Barty should blame that bastard Moody for killing Evan, but everyone kept saying Evan was fucking foolish to try and take him on his own and Barty didn't want to admit to how vulnerable and raw and fragile he felt being left alone that he would just… silently agree.

He didn't have the energy to fight anyone on it.

He desperately wanted to unmake it, somehow.

He would take any and all distractions.

Which is how he ended up in this goddamn prison cell in the first place.

He wasn't thinking when Bella asked if he wanted to come along on a little venture. He wasn't thinking when the aurors showed up and overpowered them. He wasn't thinking when he begged, pleaded to his ridiculous stupid bloody twat of a father to believe him.

But the Mark. The Mark has been with him through all of it. The Mark isn't going anywhere, not until he fucking vanishes from existence, too.

And until then, at least that's something he can count on, without fail.

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rosekiller winter bingo | room of requirement | prompt: friendship | 275 words

ft. ravenclaw barty!

Saying they have a 'clandestine friendship' sounds so bloody dramatic, but it's kind of true.

Evan doesn't even know why he feels the need to meet with the Ravenclaw boy in such a secluded place as the Room of Requirement, it's not uncommon for people to make friends with students in other houses.

His own sister is also a Ravenclaw, for Merlin's sake.

He could very well have met Barty through her, and it wouldn't be weird at all to spend time altogether, but there's still a part of him that wants to keep their meetings a secret. Which he knows is stupid and nonsensical, but that doesn't make the feeling not true.

It was all happenstance, really, the way they came across one another.

Evan had read myths about the Room of Requirement before. Nowhere could he find specifics of its location or nature, and so he made it a personal mission to uncover as many of its mysteries as he could. Which then led to him wandering about the castle at all hours of the day, scouring every nook and cranny for any possible evidence of the Room. And once he found it, he also found Barty, who'd apparently been using the Room for a good couple years as his own personal magical man cave — boy cave?

Either way, the Ravenclaw had figured out how to access the secret space and fashion it to fulfill his very peculiar tastes and needs. From a fully stocked potion brewing station to an army of beanbags to shelves upon shelves ready to store the various oddities Barty found and created.

And somehow, Evan fit right in.

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rosekiller winter bingo | under 150 words | prompt: drunk | 94 words

Barty never thought he would be a clingy drunk, and yet there he was, holding onto Evan's waist like his life depended on it.

He knew it didn't really, but there was such a strong pull inside his chest to have his hand on the other boy at all times, and he had no inhibition brain cells left to stop himself from doing whatever he could to fill the blackhole-like desirous cavity inside him.

Was 'desirous' even a word? Whatever, it felt accurate enough to his liquor soaked brain, so now it was, goddammit.

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rosekiller winter bingo | breakup | prompt: mistake | 427 words

cw: vague references to toxic relationship (not rosekiller)

"We just think you're making a mistake, mate," Barty says, not one to mince words.

"Well," Regulus bristles in that prissy way he does. If he wasn't Barty's childhood best friend, he'd surely get a lot of shit from it from him. But at this point it's sort of expected. "Good thing it's my relationship and not yours then, isn't it?"

"Reg, Lockhart's a fucking twat," Evan offers, ever the mediator.

"He's not—"

"Yes, he is!" Barty interjects impulsively.

"I am not breaking up with my boyfriend just because you think I should. I'd hope you know I have more of a backbone than that."

Barty sighs. "Well it's not a very good one anyway—"

"What does that even mean?"

"—If you're just letting him treat you like shit with no consequences."

"There are consequences!" Regulus exclaims "I'm giving him the silent treatment for the day, I told you."

"That's not really a consequence, though is it. One day is nothing. He's been pulling this bullshit the whole time you've been together."

"That's over six months now, Reg," Evan says, a worried frown on his face.

"I'm aware of the length of my own bloody relationship, thank you very much."

"I just don't understand how you're so goddamn blind."

"Barty, let's not—"

"Oh," Regulus barrels on over Evan, his eyes fiery with accusatory rage, "because your relationship is all sunshine and roses?"

"Well—" Barty starts, hand raised, a smirk starting to pull at his lips.

"Do not—"

"Regulus," Evan cuts him off. "No, our relationship isn't perfect. No relationship is. But Barty doesn't stand me up multiple times in a row and then give me an ultimatum when I don't want to have sex with him."

"He didn't—"

"Oh didn't he?" Barty asks, harsh. "What the fuck else do you call it?"

"If he cared about you he wouldn't sling around threats like that."

"I'm not having this conversation anymore."

"Regulus—"

"I'm going now. If you're just going to lecture me again, don't bother."

Barty and Evan share a troubled look. They want so badly for their friend to see it how they see it, but, at the end of the day, they can't make Regulus do anything he doesn't want to. No one can, or so they all thought, until Gilderoy bloody Lockhart waltz into their lives with his stupid golden hair and blinding smile. The man is a con artist of the highest calibre, they only hope Regulus is able to see that truth for what it is before he gets his heart irreparably broken.

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rosekiller winter bingo | creature au | prompt: echo | 188 words

for @enbyguously

As he looks in the mirror, Evan can't help but hear the echo of his mother's words, all those years ago.

You must always remember to hide, my little rosette. Promise me?

He's never been one for breaking promises, but things used to be much easier before they came in. His dreaded wings.

Up until the moment he started feeling the dull ache between his shoulder blades, he was convinced he would be one of the lucky ones. Lucky like his mother. Lucky like her mother before her.

You see, Veela come in all shapes and sizes. Sure, there's some shared characteristics that one cannot escape, regardless of ancestry and DNA — the white-blonde hair, the forked tongue, the luminous skin. All either easily hidden or explained away, and the lucky ones will only exhibit those. But then, there's the not so lucky ones. The ones who get sentenced with horns, or slitted pupils, or webbed fingers.

But the truly unlucky ones, the cursed ones… they get wings.

Unmistakable.

Undeniable.

Unavoidable.

Indubitably and utterly inconvenient.

That is to say, a pain in his pureblooded arse, is what they are.

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rosekiller winter bingo | only one bed | prompt: shame | 245 words

Is there a greater shame than wanting so bad to touch someone, knowing said someone doesn't want to be touched by you? Knowing you'd give anything to be able to reach out your arm just so, so your hands might brush together, all but for one second? Knowing that one second would mean the absolute world to you, but being sure the feeling wouldn't be reciprocated?

These are the kinds of thoughts that plague one Evan Rosier, whose dorm mate and best friend — also known as the demon called Barty Crouch Jr — has seemingly deemed his own bed to be too unworthy a place upon which to pass out post quidditch victory party, and opted instead to sprawl across Evan's bed for the night.

Mind you, Evan was already tucked in said bed, curled on his side, nearly dozing off, when Barty came barrelling through the door, divesting himself of his shoes and outer quidditch robes, and unceremoniously threw himself on Evan's bed, seemingly to fall asleep instantly, his light snoring immediately audible.

Evan has never pretended to understand the inner workings of the other boy's mind, but he has, just, so many questions about how he ended up in this situation.

He hates that he couldn't help but find the display oddly endearing.

But now he's stuck, trapped in his own bed, the wall on one side, and an infuriatingly fit bastard of a best friend on the other.

Merlin have mercy on him.

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rosekiller winter bingo | epistolary | 265 words

Dear Rosie, Who do you reckon, perchance, is responsible for the dreadful cold and loneliness of winter hols? Because I should like to have a stern talk about some of their choices. Maybe file a formal complaint even. That is to say, I miss you something awful, my fair-haired nymph. Every night I dream of being back in your warm embrace, and every day I long to hear the dreamy sound of your voice, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. While I do hope my feelings are reciprocal, I wouldn't wish such deep yearning on my worst enemy, for there is no pain greater than that of being kept away from you, my love of loves. But I suppose I shall make do with the mere memory of our time together, forever etched into the very marrow of my bones. You've touched me in unspeakable ways, both body and soul, and I'm eternally grateful you chose to lay your leafy gaze upon my mortal form that one fateful morning. If it's not too much, I should humbly ask that you respond to this letter with haste, for how much longer I can survive without smelling your rose-sweet essence, I do not know. Perhaps a spritz of your most beloved fragrance shall be enough to tide me over the Yule, whose festivities are sure to be dim and lacklustre without you by my side. But alas, one must not lose hope. Wretchedly yours, B. C. J.

Dear Barty (?), Who the bloody hell are you and what have you done with my stupid loser boyfriend?? Evan

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Happy Autumn dear Gremlins!

We're still looking for artists for the Rosekiller Big Bang 😈 We have a bunch of cool writers cooking up some awesome stories, if you want a chance to collab and bring a fic to life, now's the time!

Sign-ups are open until January 11th🌹

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no idea what’s already been asked so gimme 2 unanswered truth or dare asks of your choice pls!

i'm gonna try to random number generator it, pray for me lmao

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

LOL i was trying to play tetris with exchange fic matches at like 2am or something last week; upon review during the day my attempt was very wrong and did not check out it was very unfortunate cause at the time i thought i'd cracked da vinci's code or some shit

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

I am the biggest proponent for talking it out - brainstorm brainstorm brainstorm

i find getting someone else's suggestions massively helpful and i LOVE doing it for other people. I'm always down to help someone brainstorm, for whatever reason i find it a lot easier to do it for other people than myself, but it's helpful and fun in both cases imo and it def helps me get some motivation back

#writer truth and dare game!

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🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

i'd been reading marauders fic non-stop for a solid 6 months after being in a solid 3 year long writer's block and i suddenly got hit with a burst of motivation haha i wasn't sure what to write so i asked my then only marauders friend if there was any au that was their dream au they would love to see come to life and so i made it happen!

it was only a shortie wolfstar college au oneshot (link here cause i still think it's super fun) but after that i kept wanting to write and the rest is history i guess lol

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

idk if i have *one* dream, i have lots of fun ideas i would love to see come to life written by other more talented people

a few highlights that come to mind are a heathers au (either bartylus or moonwater), sirius and regulus getting sweet sweet (violent) revenge on their abusive parents (aka homicidal black bros) and the cuck fic of my dreams (iykyk👀)

#writer truth and dare game!

hiiiii<333

for the ask game :) 🥐 🪲 🧩

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

this one is more niche than my other vine answer, but there's a very specific brand of brazilian portuguese animated movie dub compilation videos that crack me the fuck up, the barbie movie ones are so sassy, and the ones with bibble are even funnier i love them lmao

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here sneak peek of the azure moon chapter that's killing me for some reason

When he looks back to the shore, the younger Black brother is nowhere to be found. Strange. Remus' eyes scan the grassy surroundings, briefly wondering if he should get his eyes checked, or if Regulus has somehow managed to perfectly hide behind a tree.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

honestly if i clicked on it in the first place idk that anything makes me click away once i'm actually reading? that goes more for oneshots usually, longer fics have to really be consistently bothering me for whatever reason to actually get me to dnf, i'm a bit of a completionist when i actually get going on a work

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